BEAUTIFUL SOUTH
  

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Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 11:01:50 -0700
From: misterme@netcom.com (Sir Not Appearing in this Film)
Subject: Beautiful South - 'From Under The Covers'

>From Under The Covers
by Paul Heaton and David Rotheray

Intro:
Dm Am Bb F C Dm C F
Dm Am Bb F C Dm C F

     Dm    Bb     F        C
It's six a.m. and even Big Ben
   Dm                Bb              F C
Is trying to get his head down for a kip
       Dm           Bb
But no sooner is it down
              F                C
And then it's on with dressing gown
         Dm        Bb           F  C
For this city very rarely loses grip

    F        C            Bb          C
But I have a friend who's never up by ten
     F      C         Bb         C
He's fast asleep with mouth open wide
     F             C              Bb           C
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends
       F       C      Bb              C
And he says to me, he cannot tell the time

It's seven a.m. and we're coughing up the phlegm
Spitting out the taste of night before
And we'll vomit and we'll choke
Just to climb their tatty rope
Well this city has its charm and its claw

And he'll blame his clock
Or he'll say he's lost his socks
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake
His excuses are an art
>From the bottom of his heart
And he thinks of them whenever he awakes

It's eight a.m. we're on the road again
Racing for a placing at the top
And it says green for go
For the people in the know
But for the others all it says is red for stop

It's cold and it's damp
And they've dug him a grave
And the ten fifteen merchant's still in bed
And scrawled upon the headboard
For the whole wide world to see is
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"

Lyrics (C) 1989 Go! Discs Music Ltd., used without permission.
Please send any corrections to Dylan Salisbury 


from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com
lyrics and chords of: From Under The Covers by The Beautiful South

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15


Am      F      C          G
It's 6.00 a.m. and even Big Ben
     Am               F              C G
Is trying to get his head down for a kip
         Am           F
But no sooner is it down
              C                 G
And then it's on with dressing gown
          Am          F         C  G
For this city very rarely loses grip

    C          G            F           G
But I have a friend who's never up by 10.00
    C       G           F         G
He's fast asleep with mouth open wide
      C             G              F              G
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends
      C        G        F              G
And he says to me, he cannot tell the time

   Am      F                C             G
It's 7.00 a.m. and we're coghing up the phlegm
  Am               F            C    G
Spitting out the taste of night before
           Am               F
And we'll vomit and we'll choke
          C                G
Just to climb their tatty rope
           Am             F             C  G
Well this city has it's charm, and is't claw

      C               G             F                  G
And he'll blame his clock or he'll say he's lost his socks
           C          G               F           G
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake
       C            G             F             G
His excuses are an art from the bottom of his heart
      C           G      F          G
And he thinks of them whenever he awakes

   Am      F             C             G
It's 8.00 a.m. and we're on the road again
  Am            F           C G
Racing for a placing at the top
          Am          F
And it says green for go
          C            G
For the people in the know
              Am            F          C  G
But for the others all it says red for stop

    C                G               F          G
It's cold and it's damp and they've dug him a grave
       C    G    F                G
And the 10.15 merchants still in bed
       C                 G                F                  G
And scrawled upon the headboard for the whole wide world to see is
  C   G       F           G
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"


Original played in F-Major!
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